Splotched,
yellowed photos
filled in
with color,
grandmother!
grandmother!
licorice and
tootsie rolls,
sweet smell of baking,
dust-laden artifacts
put ‘way in attic,
skeletons and
watermelons,
glass bottles
filtering light’s
spectrum,
dementia,
absentia,
musty scent of age
and silent
wisdom.
An empty
swing.
Such are the
glimmers and shimmers
of grandmothers.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013
THANKS FOR THE CHALLENGE, ERMILIA AND PICTURE IT AND WRITE! http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/__picture-it-write-blind-sight-edition-3/
ramblingsfromamum
/ March 22, 2013My mother now aged almost 84 is showing the signs of dementia ..I am sure she dreams of youth and being on a swing again, this was lovely Eric.
Eric
/ March 22, 2013Thanks, Mum!
ramblingsfromamum
/ March 22, 2013Your welcome son
Anne Schilde
/ March 18, 2013I like the licorice and tootsie rolls. Nana always used to have soft mints and some of those were licorice flavored.
Eric
/ March 18, 2013Grandmas are often sweeties…
Ermilia
/ March 18, 2013Wow, I love how you swung from a more positive, joyful light to ‘dementia, absentia, musty smell of age’. Super powerful! A great poem on grandmothers. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write.
- Ermisenda
Eric
/ March 18, 2013Thank you, Ermisenda. That pic reminded me of my grandmother’s house and the things kids remember. We must take the bitter with the sweet.
carolynpageabc
/ March 17, 2013Such is the life of women…. and then we grow old…
Lovely lights and shadings..!
Eric
/ March 18, 2013That was a personal memory of my mother’s mother. But I have known some grandma’s that are still running marathons and jumping out of airplanes!
joetwo
/ March 17, 2013A lovely image you paint there!
Eric
/ March 17, 2013Thanks, Joe!